Year 6 writers
This was produced in response to a community writing walk in 2011. Daniel was a confident writer working with a published author.
Daniel E
The damp interior of the old rusting shed seemed eery and silent. There is a rusty chair in one corner and an old lawn mower on the mossy ground. The lawn mower is stained with grass stains.
Silky shadows are strung across the ground and cobwebs hang limply from the corrugated, tumble-down walls. There are memories lingering. All you have to do is find them ...
This was freely produced by a girl newly arrived from NewZealand. She'd spent a year as a member of her school's creative writing club, and had kept a writing journal as had all the children in her class.
Ella
Writing
When I write I feel peace,
No one to worry me,
No one but me.
I sit with paper and a pen,
A tale we tell.
They read my heart,
Turns it into words,
My soul’s a poem.
The pen writing my future,
Silence falls,
I relax.
If you talk I will not listen.
If you walk I will not see.
My life is the words,
And the words are me.
By Ella age10
Daniel E
The damp interior of the old rusting shed seemed eery and silent. There is a rusty chair in one corner and an old lawn mower on the mossy ground. The lawn mower is stained with grass stains.
Silky shadows are strung across the ground and cobwebs hang limply from the corrugated, tumble-down walls. There are memories lingering. All you have to do is find them ...
This was freely produced by a girl newly arrived from NewZealand. She'd spent a year as a member of her school's creative writing club, and had kept a writing journal as had all the children in her class.
Ella
Writing
When I write I feel peace,
No one to worry me,
No one but me.
I sit with paper and a pen,
A tale we tell.
They read my heart,
Turns it into words,
My soul’s a poem.
The pen writing my future,
Silence falls,
I relax.
If you talk I will not listen.
If you walk I will not see.
My life is the words,
And the words are me.
By Ella age10